At my last family reunion, my Uncle Marshall (who has been laid up from back surgery) has been rationalizing not having a vegetable garden this year. They put up so much food each summer that they really only need to garden every three years. I can relate (except when it comes to tomatoes).
|This was taken to the food pantry already, so don't try to steal it.|
|My buddy Praying Mantis is helping me with squash bugs|
|Alyssa has our best sunflower this year|
Wood sorrel (a type of oxalis) is an edible In Dr. James Duke's Handbook of Edible Weeds, he notes that the Kiowa Indian tribe chewed wood sorrel to alleviate thirst on long trips, that the Potawatomi Indians cooked it with sugar to make a dessert, the Algonquin Indians considered it an aphrodisiac, the Cherokee ate wood sorrel to alleviate mouth sores and a sore throat, and the Iroquois ate wood sorrel to help wild plant that has been consumed by humans around the world for millennia.
So, every growing season is different. This year, we can look at the weather as Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered. Or Que Sera Sera. Or Luck Be a Lady.